war all of the time
in the shadow of the new york skyline
we grew up to fast
falling apart
like the ashes of american flags
and were blowing in the wind
we dont know, where to learn
so we kiss like little kids
we used to be there
sob filled days
weve been falling, for so long
now your eyes are the sign on the edge of town
that offer or welcome when you are leaving
war all of the time
in the shadow of the new york skyline
we grew up to fast
falling apart
like the ashes of american finds
the pieces fall
its like the last day to rain
and the focite our trees are to late
so where to the people they long to wait back
to the fabric
war all of the time
